Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Horny and angry.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

At the close of work, Jared was already waiting outside the restaurant to drive me home.

"Your Mr. perfect is here," Rebecca announced, her head peeking through my office door.

"Go away, Rebecca," I replied smiling.

"Alright, alright," Rebecca giggled and left.

I hurriedly parked up as I would rather not keep Jared waiting. Walking outside, I met him leaning on his car, waiting for me.

"And how was work today, Mrs. Smith?" He asked, the moment I got to him.

"Hectic as usual."

"You wouldn't stop if I asked you to, right?" He teased, taking my handbag.

"Not in this world," I responded. My job was my life, and I couldn't imagine life without my profession.

"Here, let me help you get in," he said, outstretching his other hand. I took it, and got into the set beside the drivers.

Jared got in beside me, strapping his seat belt in place. I expected him to start the car, but he turned to me instead, a serious expression on his face.

"Arielle," he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. "I haven't been much of a good husband to you lately. I know that. All I ask is for your understanding. It's... it's because I'm looking out for Sofia."

The words made my stomach churn. I could already feel my defenses rising. "I won't be able to forgive myself if something bad happens to her," Jared continued, his facial expression unreadable. "She's in my care. My family, her family-everyone expects me to protect her, like I always have. I know I've never explained this to you, but Sofia's mother saved my mom's life, Arielle. That's how our families became connected. I've never told you this before because I didn't want to burden you with it. But it seems... my way wasn't right. I'm sorry, love."

Every other thing Jared said faded into the background, as I pondered on his revelation. This must explain his deep loyalty and zeal to look out for Sofia.

obligation had grown into something larger, something that always pulled Jared toward Sofia. It explained his overprotectiveness, his guilt, his inability to see beyond his debt

Jared

I didn't realize I

searching mine, "do

think you might be indulging her a little too much? I mean, I understand you two have a past together, your families are friends, and you feel the need to protect because of her mother's act of kindness in the past, but I still think you should set boundaries. We're married, Jared, and you should never have

sighed and took my hands in his. "I know, Arielle. I know. You see, Sofia is needy, but trust me she was never like this. She's pregnant, and the pregnancy hormone has been making her act like a

was not to blame. Sofia is a spoiled brat in actual sense, but I held myself. Jared was trying, and it would be

say, Mrs. Smith? Will you be a little

I can't make promises that I might be unable

leaned in closer, his breath warm against

best behavior,

lips pressing against the soft skin of my neck. I froze, my body tensing under the sudden jolt of sensation. "Jared..." I breathed, barely managing to get

skin, his breath warm and teasing as he traced the curve of my neck. "Promise?" he whispered, his

with his tongue, and

when he left

murmured, before capturing my lips in his. The kiss was hot, ravenous, aggressive. I lost my sense of reasoning at that

in matters of the bed, and he always left me satiated after every session of love making. Sofia's arrival had made things tense, that sex

kiss progressed, and I moaned loudly when Jared reached for my blouse, and cupped a breast in

low, you don't want anyone walking up on us making out in your restaurant parking lot, do you?" Jared chided,

my body aching with need as I thrust my

cut through the air, halting our sexual escapade. Jared froze, and let the phone

me. He took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen,

looked at me, hesitated,

eyes, and sat up in the car. I proceeded to

"I'm sorry, Arielle. We..."

please?" I said,

he responded and

times to call, Sofia had to call in the middle of a make out. Making me wonder if she was all out to